Shout-out To Selena Gomez & Bella Hadid

So, The Weeknd is back, son! Now, when I say he’s “back,” I’m talking about the moody dude who grabbed our attention in the first place. All I know is, every XO fan owes a debt of gratitude to Selena Gomez and Bella Hadid. On the real, I don’t know what happened in their respective relationships, but that guy is singing his ass off right now, man. All in all, the Abel Tesfaye on My Dear Melancholy, is the Abel that I’m a fan of, fam. On the real, he seems to be at his best when there’s pain involved, bruh.

Ok, before I continue, I need to check Selena Gomez for a second. Now, that girl needs to get the fuck outta here with her newfound activism, son. Frankly, I don’t want to hear about her March for Our Lives support when she shitted on the Black Lives Matter movement. Shit, I distinctly remember her saying that “hashtags don’t save lives.” So, now she’s a gun reform ally? Woman, sit the fuckity-fuck down, fam! Listen, hypocrisy doesn’t look good on anybody, man.

Moving on, when it comes to The Weeknd’s surprise EP, he’s out here spilling all of his feelings, bruh. Now, keeping it a buck, I’ve never been familiar with the tabloid fodder about his dealings with Gomez and Hadid. So, I can’t say for sure what lyrics are about who. By and by, I can only guess, son. With that being said, if Gomez is the muse behind “Call Out My Name,” then she deserves a cotdamn Grammy, man! I mean, that song alone is worth the price of admission, fam. In addition, “Wasted Times” and “I Was Never There” are certified jams, folks.

In the end, everyone needs to go check out the new music, son. Side bar, big ups to Frank Dukes, one of my favorite producers, for using his Midas touch, man. All I can say is, the beats are immaculate on this project, fam. Anyway, happy Friday and viva la great music! That is all. LC out.

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What The F*ck Did Ja Rule Do?!

So, am I wrong for laughing at this Fyre Festival situation? Son, this is Joanne The Scammer on a million! What the fuck were Ja Rule and Billy McFarland thinking, man?! First off, the idea of a “luxury music festival” is preposterous. Has anyone actually been to a real music festival? Shit, “organized chaos” is the best way to describe it, son. In any case, this proposition was clearly doomed from the start. However; no one could’ve guessed this idea would turn into this much of a shit-show, fam. Anyway, let’s just take a moment to make fun of everyone involved.

To begin, who in their right mind would pay five or six figures for a music festival? I mean, will God come down from Heaven and play a mean guitar solo? Will Buddha rise from the dead and offer everyone the finest of hallucinogens? Will Noah construct villas for everyone from the same material he used to make The Ark? Bruh, how could these dummies not see the scam in action? Look, Bella Hadid was never coming to the shindig, son. Anyone who believed otherwise is a plum fool, man.

Now, with all of that being said, Ja Rule and McFarland are still foul, fam. They literally tried to finesse all of their patrons with disaster relief tents, yellow school buses and cheese sandwiches. Listen, they essentially created an overpriced refugee camp. I mean, we could basically call it “Fyre Festival sponsored by FEMA.” Man, it’s no wonder they’re being sued for $100 million right now. Shit, if I was the plaintiff, an ass whooping would be part of my settlement, son. I should be allowed to punch Ja Rule and McFarland in their respective mouths, man. I guarantee that would ensure they wouldn’t try this fuck shit again, bruh.

Ultimately, I don’t feel sorry for anyone here. This shit is just funny, man. Next time, how about everyone just stick to the well-known music festivals? That way, everyone is aware of what they’re really getting ahead of time. LC out.